Hand in hand

I wished I could walk around the rainbow

and get a glimpse from an angle.

I despised the frontal view,

I didn't want to face the blue.

So I walked and walked,

always hoping for some change

and when I looked at the colors

it was always the same range.

The next thing I remember is

parts of the sky that were blue

being covered by my wishes

and the sun not shining through.

It all turned gray

and the rainbow disappeared,

I've never seen anything blue again

or of any color since that year.

Author's Note

English is my second language, please let me know if you find any grammar problems. Thanks!

Reviews

[Babe Roxx]

There's a certain innocence in your poem, and innocence lost...the wondering of life or just wandering, even meandering...I like this poem a lot...reminded me of when I was a kid with friends and we was chasing the rainbow, to find out it was an illusion...but it was fun to chase...write on. :)

[Noelle Giaco]

Thanks! :)

[Babe Roxx]

You are very welcome. :)